Meadow Brook Farm

Sometimes I sit with my horses and wonder what they would think of the lives we've built for ourselves.

The rushing.

The striving.

The endless pressure to become more than we are.

More successful.
More productive.
More accomplished.
More impressive.

Human beings spend so much of their lives trying to arrive somewhere.

And yet when I look at horses, I see beings who seem completely uninterested in arrival.

A horse grazing in the morning sun is not waiting for their real life to begin.

An old horse standing quietly with friends is not worrying that they haven't achieved enough.

A foal does not spend its first years trying to prove its worth.

They simply live.

Not perfectly.

Not lazily.

Not aimlessly.

Just fully.

Present for the breeze.

Present for the rain.

Present for companionship.

Present for rest.

Present for play.

There is a wisdom in that.

Not because horses have all the answers.

But because they seem untouched by one of humanity's greatest illusions:

The belief that our value exists somewhere in the future.

That we will finally be worthy when we become something else.

When we accomplish enough.

When we heal enough.

When we succeed enough.

When we are enough.

The horses keep offering a different possibility.

A quieter one.

A gentler one.

What if worth is not a destination?

What if it has been here all along?

What if the life you're trying so hard to earn is already happening?

Maybe that is one of the reasons horses can feel so healing to be around.

For a little while, standing beside them, we remember something we have spent years forgetting.

That existence itself is not something that needs to be justified.

And neither are we.